1) Sundays are good if I can get a column published by 11 AM. Today it took until 3:15 PM. So there you are.
2) In the garden, the violets have passed, but now the lily-of-the-valley have bloomed - mostly pink, from half a dozen that my friend Olive gave me over ten years ago, but a few white - and one bold orange poppy near the house.
2a) Around the hedge in front of the house I weeded out a large bouquet of Norway maple seedlings, the perpetual crop here, as well as several morning glory vines that were just getting started. Now don’t get me wrong; I love morning glories. But not when they want to eat an entire hedge, or wind themselves into the rain chains. So I felt virtuous for a bit.
3) I’ve been watching The Red Shoes through the cocktail hour and dinner (and dishwashing in between, as perpetual as Norway maple seedlings), and was just now struck by Lermontov’s last words to Vicky: “Sorrow will pass, believe me. Life is so unimportant.” Rather callous, but for me it provided scope and horizon to the anonymity of most of the people who have spent time on this Earth.